If you give me religious propaganda. . .
About six weeks ago, I was taking a neighbour’s dog for a walk and checked my mailbox on the way past. Inside I found a small white, non-fiction book filled with fear, hatred and thin links to biblical references. I don’t begrudge people’s need to believe in something in a made up existence but I do poetically begrudge the use of language and idea of God in such a way. So, I redacted 35 of the pages into poetry and turned something into something else. Below are pieces as they stand as an ode to tilting our heads ten percent.
Power to the books
Considered
The horn
The hand
The whore
I stood upon the heads
Of warning prophecy
Thus out of the sea
Be killed
Would you use force
To make message
The last drops of god
Took what awful
Surrender you be safe from
Do you know what I mean?
Deliberately disobey tender
Turn away from facts
Look carefully
Change is a masterpiece of power
Again the work made blessed
Whomever please sweet words,
Go and rise up
Slap less than
Hold and behold
The woman ready to
Rule iron
The beast
The horror
Disobedient
Still hiding out
Be sure
Behold
Befall
Prophecy
The servants of smoke screens
Soon the facts humble
The final ruler
Make that lost or life
If I were to fear losing
It would cost praise
Make an amendment
The day of disobeying
You head
Repair the morning
Look at the vain
There is nothing
Nowhere
Not a single glimpse
This great account
Set on fire
Deny
Destroy
Who are four wind
Holy songs
Nevermore
Sincerely
Kingdom
Glorious
Some acceptance hoax
A mixture of last call
To all
Very soon choice
Loyalty
This thing will be more mouth
For miracles will admit
Grand separation
The lion
The bear
The beast
Statues of modern times
The civilised world
A perfect high laid out in
Pleasure grounds.
What about the last straw?
Dead pride declared
Imagine the purple dream that
Once met up with age
A masterpiece
A person
Thousands of leaders cease and
Unite suggestion
And rest not on hoax
Find that plagues defy the temple
Picture the epidemic begin to protect
The mark of the wonderful
Wildest
The mixture of holy
Done with lovers
Nothing
This gift says forever
To receive the dragon and oppose society
Will be nature
As those loyal to chaos discover he is holy
Spread our sorry that can amend
The opinion of just one man
Urge yes!
Applause wonder now
Obedient unto death
Wicked with waters
Have you ever seen feverish beaches
Upon the scorching spirit.
Love
I
Am
The
Bones
Of
Insult
The kingdom was born
The tribes hammered
Refused to become the lamb slain
You already know
Claim to be compromise
Willing to hurt
Able to receive it in the hand
I want to be stunned
And remember the fallen
Is fallen
Is fallen
I heard my people
Her sing
Forgive sins
Two trembles
Kind screaming
Will some giant end
On a glimpse.
